The thunder snake rolled, the gloomy clouds were dark, and a few streaks of lightning streaked across the sky.
In that moment of darkness, a bleak mountain wind stirred up, and the sound of the wind blew against both sides of the mountain wall, like a beast grinding its teeth.
There was a sign that the mountain rain was about to come, and the wind filled the buildings. A heavy and chilling atmosphere gradually rose in the mountains of Changling.
boom--
Suddenly, a group of Yin soldiers wearing black armor and green faces drove chariots around the mountain stream. The stirring wind and clouds were like dragons and tigers, and they were mighty along the way.
Especially, the moment the thunder exploded, the green-black faces of these Yin soldiers became even more ferocious and terrifying.
The dense cold air blows over the mountain whistle, and the grass and trees are yellow and withered, as if frost has hit them, and there is very little life.
Although these shady soldiers only numbered about 40 to 50, their brows opened and closed inadvertently, and there was still a trace of radiance, making them look like elites from a hundred battles.
As a Yin official, he stepped on the void, and pure white light emerged from the whole body, spreading a hazy cloud light. When the cloud light was turbulent, the official boots slowly fell to the ground.
"Is this Changling Mountain?"
This statue looked around at the surrounding mountains, its eyes were cold and deep, mixed with a trace of cruelty and ruthlessness.
Especially when his thin lips pursed slightly, they looked even more mean and cold.
Just like the disciples of Legalism who were hated by people and hated by dogs several dynasties ago. Those falcon-like pupils flashed with the bloodthirst of choosing and devouring people, as if they were looking at everyone with a harsh look.
The feeling makes people feel trembling.
The dozens of Yin soldiers beside him were all dressed in armor made of Yin-riding iron, their eyes flashed with wolfish gaze, and their bodies shone with a faint white light.
These Yin soldiers are completely made from the Shinto weapon refining techniques to create a powerful Taoist weapon.
Although this Taoist army is not as capable as the Taoist soldiers, it can suppress big monsters and giant gods. But it can also easily suppress the rebellion of a township and a county. It is Xun Shaoyu's ability to suppress a hundred miles of Dangyang county.
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"Mr. Changling was so bold that he dared to humiliate the county prince. He skinned and tore his bones and did not forgive him for his crime."
The Yin official smiled in disgust, his official robe fluttered, and he was clad in a faint white light, illuminating the darkness of the mountain stream.
After all, as Xun Shaoyu's confidant, Yin Guan obviously understood his master's thoughts clearly.
If the God of Changling Mountain insults my master's face like this, if he doesn't give me immediate retribution, how can my eldest master have the face to be in charge of everything under the sun and Shinto?
A battle of skins, a battle of inferiors, a sea of blood and a mountain of corpses!
And as a Yin official who understands the meaning and understands the three tastes, he naturally knows how fierce the master's murderous intention will be.
He was a Yin official who knew very well how deep and cold Xun Shaoyu's methods were. Over the years, it was not uncommon to see those demons fall down one by one.
"I want him to ascend Mount Ling today, and all his followers will turn into powder!"
The gloomy weather seemed to be accompanied by this sense of chilling, and even the thunder in the mist seemed to become duller.
The cold and solemn Yin soldiers slowly followed behind the Yin officer with a dull expression, their murderous aura rising like poisonous snakes.
…………
In a void, clouds are surrounded by colorful clouds, and streaks of light are flying.
"Um……"
The water and clouds were rippling, and a faint sound of surprise rang out from behind a treasure car.
The drunkenness of the God of Changling Mountain has subsided a little, and he still has a pair of drunken eyes that flicker and open and close, showing his normal grace and ease.
Chang Lingjun came back from the banquet and exchanged cups with Tai Ahjun at the banquet, which also brought great benefits.
After all, as a god of the fifth rank, Tai'ashanjun can allow such a big mountain god to entertain guests with banquets. Of course, it will not be very simple. Even saying that he has the dignity of an emperor is by no means a boast.
word.
Every delicacy and plate of delicacies served on his table is equivalent to the same volume of gold. It is a truly universal treasure. It is an ordinary god. If you can eat it regularly, it will be of great benefit to yourself.
It is precisely because of the accumulation of these medicinal qi that Chang Lingjun appears drunk.
These are also some of the reactions produced by Chang Lingjun himself when refining the medicinal energy.
Of course, if it weren't for the slight incense from the medicine, given Chang Lingjun's attainments in the divine way, even though his divine body may not have been refined hundreds of times, it would still be extraordinary to ordinary people.
Seriously, you won’t get drunk after a thousand cups, and you won’t get drunk after ten thousand cups. These are just the most basic operations.
However, the sudden whim still made him feel uneasy.
"What happened...that makes me feel depressed all the time?"
He murmured silently, his hazy mind seemed to be filled with a sense of imminent disaster.
The practice of Shinto is closely connected with heaven and earth, and can best sense one's own misfortunes and blessings.
Chang Lingjun's cultivation may not be commendable in the world, but his hundreds of years of practice is not just empty talk, he still has a deep foundation. When his thoughts are moved, his heart is also touched.
"Crisis, big crisis!"
A creeping sense of danger made Chang Lingjun's face gradually darken.
A thin stream of cold sweat wetted his robe uncontrollably.
The drunkenness immediately reached the third or fourth floor, and all that was left was fear and uneasiness.
Changling Mountain God's face was ashen, his fingers were trembling, and beads of sweat were pouring down his face.
The previous elegance and demeanor were all thrown aside at this moment.
"Who wants to plot against a certain family!"
He gritted his teeth tightly, as if it was squeezed out from between his teeth.
After all, with his level of cultivation, once a whim comes to him, it will almost always be effective. Unless he has great supernatural powers and uses great magical power to deceive the secrets of heaven, he will remain ignorant.
However, with his status as a god, only a few people in a land with a radius of hundreds of miles can have such a terrifying crisis.
And he can’t afford to offend any of those people!
"Tai Ajun..."
With a touch of heart, Changling Mountain God chanted.
This is based on the touching of the heart and grasping the glimmer of inspiration to determine which one is moving the mind.
He frowned and muttered tentatively: "Jin Shalom..."
These two are the pillars of Shinto, and they are great gods with the status of fifth-grade mountain gods and fifth-grade water gods.
If he hadn't wiped away the distracting thoughts in his mind and been careful not to get a trace of dirt.
Only by calling his divine name from others can he attract his attention. As a result, a divine thought is sent down from far away across thousands of rivers and mountains.
Therefore, Chang Lingjun was extremely cautious in his actions, not daring to be negligent or negligent in the slightest, for fear of offending some great god and causing him to unleash his thunderous wrath.
However, after sensing for a moment, no vision appeared. Chang Lingjun breathed a sigh of relief and slumped down on the couch of the treasure car.
"Could it be that... he is the Yang City God?"
"It came so fast...so cruel...so perfect!"
It seemed to be a matter of rejoicing, but also of emotion, accompanied by a slow sigh. The treasure car sat among the clouds for several weeks, as if uncertain, and then disappeared among the increasingly turbulent cloud tides.
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Changlingshan Mansion!
A famous mountain ghost trembled and shivered, kneeling among the many palaces and pavilions, not daring to raise his head and open his eyes.
Even if the visitor is not good-natured and is an out-and-out ‘evil guest’, these mountain ghosts can only serve them carefully.
This is the messenger of Dangyang City God, representing the dignity of a seventh-grade god.
They are not the little gods and devils who have the right to despise or be indifferent.
A Yin official and a divine official, with his hands on his back and holding a roll of decrees, stood in the lobby of the mountain mansion. On both sides, a dozen Yin soldiers were lined up in a row, with their faces as heavy as water, like a copper wall and an iron wall.
"Little God, treasurer of Changlingshan Prefecture, I would like to pay my respects to the envoy,"
One year the man forced himself to hold on and knelt on the stone steps in front of the temple.
The Yin official smiled slyly and said coldly: "In accordance with the decree of Lord Dangyang, I ask Lord Changling to take over the order."
"My master, the mountain god, went to Tai'a Mountain Lord's banquet and has not returned for a long time. I would like to ask the official to put down the talisman for the time being and let the little god hand it over on his behalf." The treasurer was respectful, lying on one side and waiting silently.
Yin Guan frowned for a moment, as if he was careful about the intensity of his words, and said calmly: "Mr. Chang Ling is in no time, isn't the timing just right?"
He lowered his head and looked at the talisman scroll, and a hint of malice suddenly burned through him.
"The Changling Mountain Gods are responsible for causing chaos and misfortune. They should be punished!"
This Yin official recited calmly, and the gloomy murderous intention made people feel as if they were cut into pieces with a thousand knives, and made them even more uneasy.
"...Set as a warning to others and punish them!"
He threw the talisman silk hard, and it turned into a large piece of gold wire, with golden thunder seeming to beat in the gold.
boom!
The flickering thunder light shines on Yin Guan's face, and the wisps of red and white divine lines set off the thunder's corona, making it look even more chilling and chilling.
"Here!!"
Dozens of armored soldiers roared angrily, holding their bronze war spears high, filled with murderous intent.
These Taoist soldiers, numbering no more than fifty, are all battle-hardened warriors. They are Xun Shaoyu's carefully selected personal armor. Once they are put into action, it is easy to break through an earthly divine realm.
The mountain mansion is covered with gold, and the shimmering golden light, revealing the majesty, pervades the Changling Mountain Mansion.
The majestic coercion flows in the metal, with a weight as solid as substance, pressing heavily on the bodies of the mountain ghosts.
"make,"
"make,"
The sudden murderous intention caught the locals in Shanfu off guard.
Fifty soldiers gathered together, and the soldiers swept past with almost a long sword. The mountain ghosts roared, and the ghost bodies ignited a cluster of green flames, and then turned into pools of ashes.
"Roar……"
An earth monster transformed into its original form, and it turned out to be a tiger with a hanging forehead. It roared loudly, and with the aura of a tiger, it dispersed many soldiers.
Although this weapon evil spirit is strong, it is also a kind of evil spirit. It is similar to the tiger evil spirit, and the two are not mutually exclusive.
Therefore, this ferocious tiger, with its natural tiger evil, also has the ability to fight against this group of Taoist soldiers.
I saw it getting up with all its strength and pounced hard on the soldiers and armor. The tiger's mouth was wide open, and its teeth were gleaming coldly.
The Yin official put his hands behind his back and snorted: "You evil beast, you are stubbornly resisting me!"
The roll of gold he brought was given to Xun Shaoyu by a great man, and it is one of Xun Shaoyu's greatest confidence today.
And with gold in hand, as long as they are not the fifth-level great gods, or even some gods near the top, ordinary gods really have to kneel down as much as they come.
After all, it is a true fifth-grade god, and the qualitative difference in golden divine power cannot be made up by any force.
The golden light converged for a moment, and the golden light danced, and the tiger suddenly froze.
"kill,"
At one time, dozens of spears stabbed into the tiger's belly, causing the tiger's blood to flow freely.
"Leave no chickens or dogs alive, kill them without mercy,"
The Yin official murmured to himself, watching how the fifty Yin soldiers used formations to suppress and kill the subordinates of Changling Mountain Mansion bit by bit.
One after another, pheasants, hares, black bears, and old apes showed their true bodies in panic.
Some were able to put up some weak resistance, but then fell to the soldiers, and ended up losing their souls one by one.
"snort……"
In this deep mountain, there are numerous mountain birds, and there are many divine attendants of the mountain gods. The number of mountain boars and wild monsters is really quite large.
In a place that looks like a mountain mansion, hundreds or thousands of mountain ghosts should have a huge advantage.
But the tyranny of the fifty Yin soldiers and the domineering Jin suppressed the counterattacks of many demons.
Let these bastards fall to the swords of the soldiers one by one like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
There were some locals who reacted, but in front of the armored soldiers who were also Bai Chi, they could only rely on their racial instincts and flee in confusion.
"The golden divine power is really easy to use,"
With a click of the tongue, the Yin official knew it well.
Jin's contribution accounts for most of the success.
If it weren't for the power of gold's suppression, the abilities of the mountain gods would be limited.
At this time, it is still unclear who will win!
"I don't hesitate to spend money to establish my authority now. It seems that this muddy water is not easy to stir up!" The corners of the Yin official's thin lips were slightly raised.
"kill,"
"Kill Poshan Temple,"
The Yin official strode forward, crossing several jade steps.
The capable soldiers beside him were as if they were red-eyed, constantly pestering the oncoming monsters.
Although there are great differences among the several major Dharma lines of Shinto, they lead to the same destination through different paths, and there are also some similarities and differences among them.
Just like the theories of divine personality, divine fire, and divine crystals, although they are all nonsense, they all share similar principles of the Great Dao.
Just as the gods of heaven rely on divine edicts, the gods of earth have talismans, the gods of water refine water beads, dragon beads, etc... they are all things on which Shinto's life is entrusted and power is condensed.
The lineage of mountain gods also has their own life objects. They are like seven inches of a snake, and they will never die if they are touched.
"Shan Yin!"
It is the essence of the mountain spirit extracted from the earth's veins, and it is the authority that has been condensed and formed over three hundred years. It is closely related to the mountain god's heart and soul, and has the unpredictable power of rivalry, and can use the power of the mountains.
It's a pity that success is also a mountain seal, and failure is also a mountain seal.
Once the mountain god's lineage loses the mountain seal, regardless of the theory that the cultivation level will be damaged for the time being, the evil force of cause and effect will backfire on the body itself, causing five tones and seven injuries from the collision.
"However, as long as his mountain seal is destroyed, the Changling Mountain God's position will be unstable, and he may fall to the eighth level, or even the ninth level. By then, the Changling Mountain God will be disabled for half his life, even if he is not dead.
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"Hmph, once I knock this Changling Mountain God off his throne, my own eighth-grade godship is a sure thing. It couldn't be any easier or harder."
I don't care about the Yin official's thoughts for the moment, but the soldiers dragged their spears and poured into the mountain temple like wolves and tigers.
Looking at the magnificent temple, Yin Guan smiled faintly.
"However, no matter what, there are still many people staring at the mountain god's position."
"If I want to truly acquire this divine position, I really have to look at some opportunities..."